I had a dream last night about this little guy.
If you don’t know, in 2010 I had a little black mini lop named Samson.
He was awesome. He died from a disease called the “snuffles”, its really a horrible instant death for them, but with a cutsie name.
Anyway, in the dream…
Me and my brothers went to this house that we grew up in (in the dream, not really, I’ve never seen this house in my life) and we had a key to the place and let ourselves in. It seemed as no one had lived there for years.
In the refrigerator in a tupperware container there was Samson. His cold, lifeless body somehow made it into my childhood refrigerator. I knew it was him because the container was labeled “Samson” with one of those old timey label makers. The ones they had when they first came out and the letters were raised enough to where a blind man could read them.
Somehow, after he thawed, Samson came back to life.
I don’t remember the last time I was this happy in a dream.
I don’t remember the last time I thought about Samson.
My point is this
Sometimes, life lets you forget about the things that make you happy, or that once made you happy.
Don’t forget, put reminders up.
Don’t forget about Samson.
I CANNOT STOP LAUGHING
he opens his mouth
i cant even
I was like when is this going to get good then I died of laughter immediately after that thought was processed.
and reblogging for future hilarity.
Everyone has slightly different views on how and when “you” should get married. I believe that you should get married when you feel it is right, there is no set time limit, no super reason other than two people wanting to join their souls on paper for the rest of their lives (despite the high divorce rate).
I’ve been married. It didn’t work out. The only good thing that came out of my marriage was my son.
Now that we’ve broken the news to his family, everyone is in a rush to get us married. Jay knows (and agrees, I think) how I feel about it. I don’t want to get married just because I’m pregnant. I don’t want him to feel pressured to ask me, just because I’m pregnant. And if that happens, that is what everyone will be whispering about.
Tonight my very sweet man asked me to pick out some ring styles that I like, so that when he asks me, he’ll know what to get.
This makes me very nervous. Because I feel like he would just be doing it because I’m pregnant. He’s said before that he wants to marry me, but he wanted to make sure that it was right.
Now I’m super stressed about it. I need to relax.
I mean, sure, secretly inside of me there is a super excited little girl jumping for joy because the man of my dreams wants to make me his wife. But the strong headed side of me is back pedaling.
Well, food’s done. Pregnant women need to eat to. later.
My baby is the size of a lime today :) I’m 10 weeks 1 day, due Sept 22, 2013.
I however just look like I had too many doughnuts. My boobs are huge, and sore. I got my hair cut, and I think she cut it way too short in the front, I can pull it off because of the shape of my face, but I look like a bitch. I have this horrible craving for an egg salad sandwich. Yuck. What the hell? But for some reason I want one sooo bad.
Its 7:30 am my time, and I have to get my big one off to school. I have to get ready for work, and I have to hustle today.
I’m in a pretty good mood overall so far, lets hope this stretches throughout the rest of the day.
I want a hash brown, or two. Thank goodness I work early enough to hit breakfast.
I just wanted to jot down what’s going on today, and how I’m feeling.
Here’s to a good day :)
I’m sick. Not morning sick, not nausea, not just hormonal (although all of these things still apply) I have a cold. This sucks.
This pregnancy has been pretty weird. I mean maybe its because I can’t take my crazy pills, maybe because my hormones are surging all the time, maybe its because of other reasons, other stressors in my life that I have no control over.
Last night I crashed out pretty early (well pretty early for me) like 10:30, slept until like 2, then was up until about 4-4:30. Due to having to pee and being freaked out because the psycho has reappeared in my mind. I know this sounds like something psychologically sinister, but I assure you it is a real person.
Back in May, me and my bf broke up for various reasons, but mainly because we didn’t want the same things. He broke my heart for the last time and I just couldn’t bear it any longer, living the lie ya know.
I found a little ray of sunshine, someone who made me feel worth something, worthanything.
My then ex, decided he was going to break into my home, attack and choke me, and then proceed to grab a huge kitchen knife and came after me with it. After long periods of trauma, court dates, and nightmares, I finally let time do its thing.
All the while, that little piece of hope, my Jay crept closer to my heart and no matter how much I fought it, didn’t believe it… I fell in love. Our love is something that I never knew was possible. I’ve been in love before, but never like this. It makes any love I’ve ever felt either seem like it was fake, or it was immature child love.
I guess the reason I’m reliving this is to tell you that now the psycho has tried to move into the community that I live in, knowing that I live here. I know he won’t be able to due to the felony on his record (you know, from the assault with a deadly weapon) but I can’t help but be frightened that he’s going to come and get me. The PPO I have is up in June.
I’m pregnant, and scared. I had nightmares last night and I couldn’t sleep. I live in a home with three other adults, most of the time there is someone else home with me, and I have family literally around every corner. I have five relatives that have homes in this place. I know the reality of something happening is very thin, but still…
I guess I just had to get this out of my system, of my mind and into the internet.
Thanks for listening internet.
So in my raging hormone induced, sex deprived sleep mode… I raped my boyfriend last night.
I don’t think he minded too much. I mean he did wake up to his cock in my mouth so I don’t think he’ll be filing a police report. And he didn’t say no. If I weren’t mistaken, I’d say he liked it.
He’s just been really sick with this shitty cold that’s gone around our house. I’m the last to get it, yay me. So by the time I get home from work, he’s all passed out and sick. Just had to get this out there.
Happy Valentine’s Day to us! I got to see and hear my baby for the first time today ♥ #ultrasound #baby #pregnancy #inlove
I figured since it’s been such a long time since I’ve posted from this blog, that I need a re introduction.
Hello, I’m Sunnie, I’m 28 and pregnant.
I originally created this blog almost two years ago when I was pregnant with the psycho’s baby, unfortunately (and a blessing in disguise) I miscarried that child.
I’ve left that monster that created me such strife, he also attempted to kill me. And I’m with a man now that cherishes me and would do anything for me. And now I’m pregnant again, I’ve seen the scan, I’ve seen the heartbeat, and my little beaner is going strong. <3
Alas, I need somewhere to vent, talk about weird pregnancy stuff, and just someone out there to possibly relate to my blissful misery.
I’m only nine weeks pregnant, so I know the reality and danger of possibly losing this one too. Its hard for me to attach myself to this baby, but once I seen it, and heard its little ticker beating strong, I instantly fell in love.
So here’s my journey, when it begins, and hopefully it ends happily. .
I’m so horny that it makes me depressed.
This sucks sooooo much
I hate pregnancy hormones.